An embassy is, territorially speaking, sovereign land belonging to a foreign country. Enter the Canadian embassy while in Brazil and you are in Canada.

An ambassador is the highest representative of a country in charge of the embassy. Literally, an ambassador is one who moves around freely as if in his own sovereign state. Any individual is an ambassador of his or her own sovereignty… not only independent, but as one’s own highest and supreme chief. Isn’t that a cool idea?

Now the rub.

To act authentically as one’s own sovereign, independent being, runs counter to any known political state in the world, all of which insistently and consistently require of individuals to consent in surrendering their own sovereignty. Camus said, as consent… any signature, identification process, licensing, fee, and so on… “is a web of conformity that is ever more tightly drawn, the only way to live is by the very fact of existing as an act of rebellion”.

At the embassy ball of independent individuals, we dance exemplifying the highest form of dignity and integrity, and by so doing, can be charged with sedition by any known state in the world today. That taxing thought can get a fellow down.

Today, watch how many times you are called upon to give your consent… at the bank, the grocery, any corporate or governmental bureaucracy.

Good day to get some fresh air, to shed some light on whatever chokes and impinges on your own sovereignty. Good day to enjoy a sovereign dance… which means, dance to your own tune. In fact, here… take this… it’s a ticket to your own embassy ball. Consider it a permission slip to be just who you are, free from external impingements. You have heard of the Tennessee waltz… this is the Sovereign dance.